Waylon Jennings Album

(Roger Bowling - Hal Bynum)

One, two, three, four,

In a barroom in Toledo across from the depot
On a barstool she took off her ring
I thought I'd get closer so I walked on over
I sat down and asked her, her name.

When the drinks fin'lly hit her she said I'm no quitter
But I finally quit livin' on dreams
Hungry for laughter and here ever after
I'm after whatever the other life brings.

In the mirror I saw him I closely watched him
I saw the look in his eyes
He came to the woman who sat there beside me
And slowly started to cry.

His big hands were calloused he looked like a mountain
For a minute I thought I was dead
But he started shaking his big heart was breaking
As he turned to the woman and said.

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille
With a four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've had some sad times, lived through some bad times
But this time your hurtin' won't heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.

After he left us I ordered more whiskey
She said let's go have a ball
From the lights of the barroom to a rented hotel room
We walked without talkin' at all.

Lord, she was a beauty but when she came to me
She must've thought that I'd lost my mind
I couldn't hold her 'cause the words that he told her
Came back to me time after time.

You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille
With a four hungry children and a crop in the field
I've had some sad times, lived through some bad times
But this time your hurtin' won't heal.
You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille.

--- Instrumental to fade ---

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I've always loved the ladies ladies love the games
Seems the things they want the most is they always want to change
The only thing that changes is my mind
I never could toe the mark and I never could walk the line
Some things don't come easy others should be free
I'd gladly give my heart to you but the rest belongs to me
I don't mean to be a waste of time
I never could toe the mark and I never could walk the line
( harmonica - ac.guitar )
I like Southern Comfort it does a thing on me
Takes me home to a gentle touch and wants what's left to me
She's got her own space and I got mine
She don't toe the mark and I don't walk the line
( harmonica )
She's got her own space...

(Jim Glaser)

So long I've been trying to give you the things that you've wanted
But your thirst for riches is more than my pockets can stand
And I know that you're dreaming of things you could have with another
'Cause to your way of thinking the money is what makes the man.

You like to be seen in the richest and finest of places
You're always embarrassed by the callouses here on my hands
And I know that it's only a matter of time till you leave me
'Cause to your way of thinking the money is what makes the man.

You may find a rich man to give you the things that you long for
But if you're still lonely then darling you may understand
That with all of his gold he can't give you the love that I gave you
For a man can make money but money cannot make the man.

--- Instrumental ---

You may find a rich man to give you the things that you long for
But if you're still lonely then darling you may understand
That with all of his gold he can't give you the love that I gave you
For a man can make money but money cannot make the man.

A man can make money but money cannot make the man...

I've been a fool, fool, such a fool
I've been a fool, fool, such a fool

Thinking you'll return my love to me
Thinking life would be what I want it to be
I lay awake at night and I roam around
I've been a fool I'm breakin' down

I've been lost, baby so lost
I've been down, baby so low

Being so lonely so hard on a man
Baby, I know you just must understand
I've been trying hard as any man can
To be your man I'm breakin' down

I love you, baby I do
Take my heart and my soul, they all belong to you

Stay with me, please baby please
My heart's in your hands and my mind's between your knees
You know what to do, that could put it all at ease
Just look at me, I'm breakin' down

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[No lyrics]

Everybody?s lookin? for some way in,
I?m lookin? for some way out.
I?ve been wastin? my time standin? in line
If this is what it?s all about.

All I got is a job that I don?t like
And a woman that don?t understand.
So tonight at the bar,
I?ll get in my car
And take off for the promise land.

Drinkin? and dreamin?
Knowin? damn well I can?t go.
I?ll never see Texas, L.A., or Old Mexico.
But here at this table, I?m able to leave it behind.
Drink ?til I?m dreamin?, a thousand miles out of my mind.

This suit and this tie, is just a disguise.
This ain?t really me.
Some people are born, to be tied down,
Some people are born to be free.

When I look down the road she don?t know
How it gets under my skin.
She?s got my body but my heart and soul
Are out there ridin? the wind.

Drinkin? and dreamin?
Knowin? damn well I can?t go.
I?ll never see Texas, L.A., or Old Mexico.
But here at this table, I?m able to leave it behind.
Drink ?til I?m dreamin?, a thousand miles out of my mind.

Drinkin? and dreamin?
Knowin? damn well I can?t go.
I?ll never see Texas, L.A., or Old Mexico.
But here at this table, I?m able to leave it behind.
Drink ?til I?m dreamin?, a thousand miles out of my mind.

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